Jake gasps as he clasped his hands together for the third time, sending a rumbling of energy waves towards the larger gathering of guards. The ground shook from beneath them, and they wobbled on shaking legs as both he and Amoux rushed forward.
“Take the left!” Jake shouted to Amoux, who swerved out of the incoming jab of one of the larger guards, their swords and spears thrusting towards in harsh long strokes, he intent to kill in their eyes and gleaming brightly.
He ducked at the last moment, as a dagger was thrown at him, and swiped a man from his feet and straddle his head, holding him there until he fell into an unconscious sleep.
A pained cry sounded out into the harsh wind, that Jake now noted had picked up from earlier, and he turned his head violently in search of the voice. Mimi, who was just a few feet from him standing at the back of Amoux, who growled and snapped at oncoming guards, was as safe as she could be, which meant-